Once
inside the small kitchen I went to the cupboard, where I knew the
fucking booze was kept. I grabbed the first bottle of unopened whisky
and started to reach for a glass before deciding that I didn’t need
it. I needed more than a fucking shot to fuel me for what I wanted to
do to Rosa. I couldn’t let her get to me. I wouldn’t. We may
never have acted on our feelings for each other, but we both had
known they were there.

Well, the time for
acknowledgement had fucking lapsed. Her betrayal had sealed her fate,
and I was ready to make her pay. I downed about three shots worth,
letting the raw burn settle in my gut and fuel my hate. Running the
back of my hand across my mouth, I headed for the bedroom where Rosa
was locked up, thinking about her pretty face as she’d sat on the
stand condemning me, hearing again her tearful words as she’d sworn
that I had done the killing, and recalling the silent plea in her
eyes as she’d stared at me. I’d understood then that she didn’t
believe what she was saying, yet it hadn’t stopped her from
lying.

I came to her door, turned the lock, and
opened it. Rosa turned from the window she’d been staring out of,
tear tracks lining her smooth, olive-toned cheeks. Even in her
disheveled state she was fucking beautiful. Her midnight hair was
shiny and half tumbling down to her shoulders. I let my gaze wander
lazily down her full curves, taking in the slight changes that had
occurred since I’d seen her last. She was soft and ripe, and I was
going to devour her.

She took a hesitant step toward
me. “How many men have you fucked, Rosa?” I asked from the
doorway. My question startled her, and she halted abruptly. I could
see the confusion shimmering in her eyes. Her brows furrowed. Those
sweet, full lips parted as she opened her mouth to answer, but
nothing came out.

“How many men have been between
your legs in the last three years?” I snarled, baring my teeth. She
stepped back against the window in fear.

She began
to shake her head. “No one,” she whispered. “There’s been no
one since—”

“I was locked up?”

Tears
swelled in her fucking eyes. “Raze, I’m so sorry—”

“No!”
I was on her before she could finish. “You don’t fuckin’ get to
say sorry, as if that will make it all go away,” I gritted into her
upraised face, upraised because my hand was in her hair, pulling her
head back so that she was forced to look into my eyes. I could so
easily snap her neck if I wanted to. “Three fucking years, Rosa.
For three fucking years your lies kept me behind bars, kept me from
my club.” I swung her around and crushed her against the window,
moving my mouth next to her ear. “Kept me from fucking.”

Keeping
her pinned, I reached for the zipper at the top of her dress and
pulled it all the way down her back. When it stopped at the top of
her luscious ass I took the parted material in my hands and ripped it
the rest of the way open until her whole fucking backside was
exposed. I ignored her gasp, taking in the smooth slopes of her
rounded ass, naked because of the thong she had on. Lust slammed into
me like a freight train at the sight of all that curvy flesh. I
wanted to squeeze it until she was branded with the imprint of my
hand, leaving no doubt as to who she fucking belonged to.

How
many times over the last decade had I imagined fucking Rosa?

“Then
I guess we’re both overdo, “I grated into her ear.

Review

His
Possession by Tory Richards
has the tough as nails Raze, coming out of prison. He was in there
for three years before someone came forward and showed proof he did
not commit the murder he was convicted of. Now sure he probably
deserved to be in prison for many other offenses and murders but
this one he actually didn't do. He is the Sergeant in arms for the
Wreckers MC. He is not scared to get high or drunk. No one person
puts fear into him. But right now he has a burning desire to get even
with the woman who put him behind bars. He will see her on her knees,
and any other position he wants to put her in.

Rosa
has always loved Raze. He rejected her when she was 16 so she moved
on. Only she went into the fire with the Winged Demons MC. They made
her frame Raze. But she has no proof or way of convincing Raze she
loves him still and did not want to hurt him.

Raze
does his best to punish her, but he finds himself falling for her.
When her old biker gang comes calling with Raze be able to help her
before it is too late.

I
liked the rough edges this book has. Very gritty and rough like Raze
the character is. Rosa is a tough woman herself, I liked she can
defend herself and others. She is perfect for Raze.

When
you want a biker story with grit and heat this is the one to pick up.